Chrome's POV
I laid on my bed, thinking over how Mukuro really looked like my childhood friend when I lived in Hatasae for a while. I turned to look at the photo we took together and nostalgic feelings started to mix up with my very first love.
"My body temperature seemed to have risen," I thought, embarrassed.
My memories of him were dim but I remember I used to call him Kuro. He had a gentle look on his face and his hair was black and it shined under the sun.
I remember we used to build sandcastles in his backyard. I often went over to play when my parents were not home. We were good friends, but our parents didn't have a good relationship.
One week after we first played together, he had to move because of his parent's jobs. I remember I was crying and sobbing madly, begging him not to go. I was dragging him back to my home, but I was weak against him.
He managed to escape my grip easily and said, "Don't cry, Chrome-chan! I'll take a picture with you so you can always remember me!" After that, we took a photo and it was the last time I saw him.
I held the frame up and stared at Kuro-kun's smiling face. I looked at the 7 year old me and laughed at how I looked when I was nearly bursting with tears.
I put the frame back onto my desk beside my bed and started to fall asleep...
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A New or Old Love? (Chrome & Mukuro love story)
FanfictionA new transfer student, Rokudo Mukuro has moved to the same school and same class as the ordinary looking Chrome. However Mukuro feels like as if he has met Chrome somewhere before. What will happen between them?
